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Updated: May 24, 2025
'Rascal, says Richard, shamming rough, 'why do you make faces at me? Bertran began jerking about like the lid of a boiling pot, and presently sends a boy for his viol. At this, when it came, he snatched, and set to plucking a chord here and a chord there, grinning fearfully all the time. 'A tenzon! A tenzon! beau sire! cries he. 'Now a tenzon between you and me!
Oy, Deus! cried King Sancho, pale with amazement, 'and are all these thrones in arms, lighting candles against Count Richard? 'It is so indeed, sire, says Bertran; and King Sancho frowned, with this comment 'There seems little chivalry here, take it as you will. Next he inquired, where was the Count of Poictou? Bertran was ready. 'He rages his lands, sire, like a leopard caged.
So Bertran of Born, Bernart of Ventadour, Peire Rogier, Cadenet and many others retired from the disappointments of the world to end their days in peace; Folquet of Marseilles, who similarly entered the Cistercian order, became abbot of his monastery of Torondet, Bishop of Toulouse, a leader of the Albigeois crusade and a founder of the Inquisition.
The razo further relates the touching scene to which we have already referred when Bertran moved Henry II. to clemency by a reference to the death of the "young king." The account of Alfonso's supposed treachery is probably no less unhistorical: the siege lasted only a week and it is unlikely that the besiegers would have been reduced to want in so short a time.
Bertran lamented his loss in two famous poems, and soon felt the material effects of it. On June 29, Richard and the King of Aragon arrived before Hautefort, which surrendered after a week's resistance. Richard restored the castle to Constantin, but Bertran regained possession, as is related in the second biography.
But that I need something from thee I think I should do it. Tell me now whence came thy news. Tell me, Bertran, or thou art in hell in a moment. He had to let him up to win from him after a time that his informant was the Count of Saint-Pol. Little matter that this was untrue, the bringing in of his name set wild alarums clanging in Richard's head.
'They greatly admire a sirvente of Bertran de Born's, sire. 'What is the stuff of the sirvente? 'It is a scandalous subject, sire. He calls it the Sirvente of Kings, and speaks much evil of your Order. Richard laughed. 'I will warrant him to do that better than any man alive, and allow him some reason for it. I think I will go to see Bertran.
Dere was no wife dot could be seen. I tell you dere was nodings in dot room dot might be a woman. Dere was stuff on der floor und dot was all. I looked at dese things und I was very sick; but Bertran looked a liddle longer at what was upon the floor und der walls, und der hole in der thatch. Den he pegan to laugh, soft und low, und I knew und thank Gott dot he was mad.
God willing, Saint Maclou assisting, he might live to call Jehane 'My Lady Queen. He shut his ears to report; there were those who called Richard a rake, and others who called him 'Yea-and-Nay'; that was Bertran de Born's name for him, and all Paris knew it. He shut his eyes to Richard's galling unconcern with himself and his dignity. Dignity of Saint-Pol! He would wait for his dignity.
These Bertran supplied with the request that the king would secure the removal of the siege engines from a particular piece of wall, which was on the point of destruction and would keep the information secret. Alfonso, however, betrayed the message and the fortress was captured.
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